Patrol had been easy that night for the most part. He’d met up with Jason for a time, then went back around doing his business.

Then he came around Crime Alley, looking for some easy game, stupid thugs that had no clue what they were up against.

He came to this house, it was rundown, siding coming off, some of the windows having cardboard covering them up because of a broken window. This house in particular had been having a series of disturbance calls from the GCPD. So when this big hairy guy with a beer belly, looking halfway drunk came sauntering out of the house, Roy didn’t tell him that he left his front door unlocked.

The man drove off, no lights in the house where on except for a tv. Roy came into the house from the front door since it was left unlocked, beer cans were thrown around. As well as…toys…kid toys…but where was the kid? Roy started to get a bad feeling in his stomach. He turned the tv off, and started looking around the house.

He checked each room, there was even what seemed to be a child’s bedroom in the house…but again where was the kid? Roy walked by the basement door, he could hear…cries, crying, sobbing. Roy’s heart started to race, he tried the door knob. It was locked.